(October 10) Having avoided them for fear of death from age eight until last year, Tony has developed quite a thing for the apple since discovering they don’t trigger his food allergies. With that in mind, we set out on a quest for pommes.

According to Tony, you’re looking at the only espresso on the east coast worth drinking.

After a false start, we found apples to pick from trees (and not baskets).

The more I look at these photos, the more they remind me of my childhood.

Of course the wild apples of my childhood weren’t fit to eat, but they looked vaguely similar.

Apples everywhere. Despite the brisk business, it’s hard to believe they make enough now for the year.

(August 28) I no longer remember why Tony and I were even talking that night, but when I told him it was “cooking night” here at the ranch, he said he wanted to see proof that I cook. I’m still going to be eating stew tomorrow.